"I’m lonely." She’d whisper, and it consumes pin-pricking.
Her loneliness being that type for the melancholic reform, and repressed.
Stilled, it settled like an exasperated exhaling sigh.
Welcomed into the smallest withdrawn parts, uninvited.
All messed up, ugly chaos.
An illness, the brooding sadness drowned out the feeble echoing.
Cry of the desperately vulnerable, harboring that wretched unforgiving.
Depression.
Authors Notes: Hello and thank you all immensely for reading this collection of poetry thus far. I hope you all have a good weekend. Goodbye for now fellow writers, and readers alike~
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The Psychological Poetry Collection©~
PoesiaThese are my poems that take on subjects and topic's like depression, schizophrenia, addiction, and other mind-blogging disorders and the like of emotions. I hope you enjoy all the poetry offered here. Art is by:KidChan~
